22 April 2009

Birthday Thoughts for Zoë

This is a belated post for Zoë's birthday last week. I got too carried away posting about the party and how they "mauled" the cake...

I can't believe that our darling diva is now 2. I don't know what it is about this little girl that just makes my heart sing with joy. I can just sit and watch her; every little thing she does amazes me. It's not like I haven't gone through this stage before with Josh... Maybe it is the knowledge that she is our last baby and I want to hold on to her "baby-ness." Maybe.

In a lot of ways, Zoë truly embodies her name. Zoe, in Greek, means "life." This little tikester is so full of it... life, I mean. You only have to see how she passionately embraces new experiences to know what I mean. The way she squeals with pleasure. The way she hurls herself into our arms. She hardly ever does anything half-measure. When she's sweet, she's the sweetest girl ever; when she's fierce, well, take cover!

I thought that on occasion of Zoë's birthday, I'd list down 10 random thoughts that I have concerning her. I have to limit them to 10, or it's going to be a mighty long post. In no particular order (oh yeah, random -duh!), here they are:

She is my dream daughter... cute, cheeky, sassy, sweet, and spunky.

I love her many goofy faces. I love her smiles. I cannot resist her smiles (and she knows it).

I know it's way too soon, but I do pray that when she grows up, she'll find someone who'll love her for everything she is; that she'll find someone who will love her as much as she loves that person.

I pray that she and Josh will continue to be close, to continue to look out for each other. You might not think it, but little as she is, she does look out for Josh: When Josh cries, she brings him a tissue to wipe away his tears and hugs him to make him feel better. *Smiles*

I look forward to our first shopping spree together and then stopping by a coffee shop afterward, with bags around our feet, while we sip our beverages and sigh contently.

I know Josh wants to be a chef; I wonder what she wants to be when she grows up.

No matter what mischief she gets into, I hardly ever get "mad" --especially when she looks up at me and smiles one of her goofy smiles. (See #2)

I complain about still breastfeeding her, but I just can't bring myself to force the issue and wean her. She is so obviously not ready to give it up yet (and I guess I'm not either).

I look forward to reading Someday (by Alison McGhee) with her and I hope that she will keep the book and read it to her own daughter, too.

So sweet! Our children take root in our hearts like no other and when we look at them we are filled with hopes of a future full of happiness for them. She is a cutie! I found you by way of MBC by the way.